Covered in snow from her backside to the inside collar of her coat, Gaby stands her ground (for now), hands at her sides; balancing on the balls of her feet, she's springloaded and ready to move at a second's notice. She breathes hard through her nose, tremors of rage or possibly fear-- or both-- course through her body.
"Maybe if you used your manners instead of being bullheaded you'd get better results. I thought you Russians had learned by now."
Apparently not. Unsurprisingly. Just keep him talking, Gaby.
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1/10/15 02:39 (UTC)"Maybe if you used your manners instead of being bullheaded you'd get better results. I thought you Russians had learned by now."
Apparently not. Unsurprisingly. Just keep him talking, Gaby.